People Of Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.

He runs his fingers through the books spines as he tries to think of something inconspicuous to get out of there. Suddenly, a group of four people flock inside the boutique. They seem to be students: two tall guys wearing white shirt and pants, they were holding hands – they’re holding hands! Lucas was surprised to one of those in public. As lenient as society today was, in the eyes of these mortals it is still unacceptable especially those who cling desperately to their religious beliefs. The third one in the group was shorter, about five feet, ran towards one of the newly covered books and examined the plot written on its back cover.

It seemed like that the man was a bookworm. Upon it, the book shop owner readily replied, “Yes, I have. You mean you want “Soul of the People” by Fielding Hall? The man said it was. The book shop owner went back to the attic where he kept most of his books. When he came back, he emerged with holding the book in hand and he handed it to the man who asked for the book. The man asked him the price of it. And the book shop owner said it would be eight thousand kyats.

Then he said,” You guys also have a café here in with the bookstore, right? “Yeah, we do. Some people come in and like to read for some time. Enjoy. There is a woman who comes for lunch here every day at three in the afternoon and then takes her book which she likes and keeps on reading for the whole thirty minutes. She cannot afford to buy the books. So we try and help people give as much as chance they can to read. My boss thinks that the people who come here to read books are gonna be extinct soon like dodo birds and we are trying to help rehabilitate them,” I said as we finally reached the aisle where the second hand books were kept.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

Daniel takes a book off the shelf, and I turn to face him. "What do you like to read the most?" he ask. "A bit of everything, I enjoy gaining knowledge," I shrug. "Take this; consider it a memento from me," he says, holding the book out to me. I raise an eyebrow. I take the book from his hand and look at the cover, which depicts a couple embracing. I check the title, which reads: "Farewell to Humanity." "Thank you." "You're welcome." I say nothing more and head toward the path I memorized leading to the bedroom. I lie down on the bed and stroke the book's cover. I start reading and don't know how much time passes, but when I come to, the day has already dawned.

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”